I just got back to Azerbaijan on Saturday and back to Neftchala two days ago. I have been sweating non-stop. I have been in a perpetual state of stickiness for the last 48 hours. When does it stop??There has also been no water because Grandma forgot to turn on the tap so showering has not happened either. Why did I leave Spain? Oh right, because it was burning a whole in my pocket. No wait, that's not why I left Spain. Seriously, why did I leave Spain? Bad decisions are made everyday I guess.
Spain was seriously AMAZING. It was definitely one of the best trips I've ever had, and no, not because of Nate. Ok, because of Nate. It was the perfect break from such an intense 9 months here. It was really difficult leaving though and I'm still trying to readjust.
Flying back into Baku was not that bad though. Fortunately I had Ze to hang out with and tag along in his charmed ex-Pat non PCV life. We went to a water park that had swimming pools and water slides and vodka. Before going I was apprehensive about what to wear. I asked Ze and his response was, "Whatever you normally wear to go swimming. " My response? "You mean a t-shirt and shorts?" If I had even worn a one piece I would have gotten strange looks. I wore a bikini in this country! What? And it definitely wasn't the smallest one. I'm still discovering that Baky is a strange, strange place. Or wait, is it me that has turned strange to think that a two piece swimming suit is a big deal? The changes aren't grand but they're present.
And so we meet again, Azerbaijan...
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